Time is running away from me! I’m behind on writing up this race recap for my most recent half marathon!
I talked some about it here, mostly just the day and night before the race. I have now learned that you should not go wedding dress shopping the night before a big race… when you try to sleep your mind is thinking about pretty white dresses rather than letting you to go to bed!
I did manage to get some sleep, but morning still came to early. I piled on a bunch of clothes, grabbed my gear and my overnight oats and climbed into the car. I got dropped off near the race and went to finding my running group. One by one we found each other as we hung out in the nearby high school gym AKA warming room for the runners. After one last trip through the port-a-potty line, we got into a start corral.
After the national anthem, we were off! There was music playing around the start area, and the song was Fireball by Pitbull. Love. That. Song. And all other Pitbull. It caused me to run-dance for quite a while in the beginning, and then random moments throughout the rest of the race. #noshame
After about a mile or so, I shed my outer layer. During my first half I learned the wonder of throw away clothes. Prior to that I thought it was silly, and then I was stuck running the last 8 miles with a zip up tied around my waist. Live and learn. Before long, we passed the first water stop… two miles down! We decided against stopping; we weren’t thirsty yet. By mile three I decided that the first two miles went faster than the third. It must have been the inital dancing session to Pitbull that distracted me. 😉
We started winding through some neighborhoods, and there were people everywhere! It was a lot of fun to see all the support. We were checking off miles at a pretty good pace! Before I knew it, we were almost to mile 7. I was excited for mile seven because I knew I had some spectators there 🙂 After a quick hug, I continued on.
Then mile 8 happened. Yikes. The tired began to happen just before mile 8. Just enough to know it was there, and that feeling of dread knowing that more tired is coming. Ha! We had been walking through water stops, but this was the first one where my legs were giving a little resistance to starting again. About half a mile or so after the water stop we ran on the road that runs next to the prairie path where we had been training! It felt good to be on home turf (well, next to it), and I got a a burst of energy.
However then there was a hill. And it just kept going up! And my happiness was going down. Then someone shouted my name! A fellow runner I know! Spirits lifted! If it it isn’t apparent, just before mile 8 to just after mile 10 was a bit of an emotional roller coaster!
We slurpped up some water at the mile 10 water stop and got back to running. “Just a 5K to go!” If this makes you feel better, I am happy for you. This makes me want to go all interrupting starfish on the speaker of this sentence. 5Ks can be hard, too! And generally I don’t do 10 miles as my warm up!
However it was right around here I realized just how fast we were going. As a side note, if you ever see me running with a scrunched up thinking face, I’m probably trying to do pace math. This was probably happening at this point.
Our group of 4 runners ended up splitting into 2 groups of 2. The two fasties split off as I continued to try to focus on math and not hwo much my knees and hips were hurting.
Everything after mile 10 blends together a little. Somewhere in there was a man grilling on the side of the road. Grilling bacon for runners. Heck yes I had some bacon! Was greasy bacon the most effective mid-race fuel? Um… perhaps not. But mental fuel? Heck, yes! It’s bacon! I think I nibbled on it for at least half a mile, making sure I wasn’t totally going to ruin my stomach with it.
I do remember a glorious downhill. I was so very excited to run down. Around said downhill, I realized that a 2:10 MAY be in my grasp and I tried to push it. I ditched my water belt when I saw my family in an attempted to lighten my load. (I ruined all of the pictures my mom tried to take – I felt SO BAD. I’m taking off my belt in all of them!)